rv •• p sv^ -&* _(T^ a f i "1 *? o ^^ 1 I THE BENSON LIBRARY OF HYMNOLOGY Endowed by the Reverend Louis Fitzgerald Benson, d.d. LIBRARY OF THE THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY PRINCETON, NEW JERSEY 3^32, 30^(LjLjU Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2013 http://archive.org/details/hebershusOOhebe C ' J • CO ] CLCsAjOL*4JXA^ :>-\ E hi R y He-be-r r L- 0 N D O N SANVPSON LOW, SON. AND MARSTON. MILTON HOUSE. LlJ&GATL HILL. 181 LONDON : PRINTED BY W. CLOWES AND SONS, STAMFORD STREET AND CHARING CROSS. ISHOP HEBER'S HYMNS are treasured as Sacred Household Words wherever the English language is spoken ; not so much hitherto as a collection but from their merit as separate Hymns ; they all favourites, and each has established its own claim to being so regarded without reference to their author or to each other's excellence. No poet perhaps has commanded a more universal adoption of his sacred verse than Reginald Hcbcr, and yet few poets are known less by a collection of their most popular productions; they would appear to be a valued possession of Christendom, yet scarcely recognised as the Hymns of one author. This arises partly from the devoted career of the Bishop in India superseding that of the poet, and partly from the unobtrusive way in which his own Hymns were given to the world in a collection formed by himself from ancient and modern writers to supply, a want then felt for a Church Hymnal. The Bishop's own Hymns have out- lived this publication in which he so unostentatiously incorporated them, and it is thought by the present publishers that a distinct edition of what the Bishop alone was author, will be acceptable to all admirers of devotional poetry, and at the same time, by adopting a permanent and ornamental form, afford them an oppor- tunity to do honor to a memory ever to be revered. ( vi ) The publication of this edition is undertaken with due regard to the interest of the surviving representative of the author, and with the sanction of Mr. Murray, who has published all the Bishop's works as well as his compilation of Hymns. As the plan upon which the Hymns were composed bears immediate reference to the Lessons of the Day, so has this leading idea been followed in the plan of illustration ; in many places a purely emblematic treatment has been found necessary where the reference has been more one of principle than incident. The names of the various artists employed will form some guarantee that the designs have received careful study, and the whole have been engraved under the entire direction of Mr. James D. Cooper. It is hoped that their efforts will be esteemed to have accomplished the object of a suitable edition of these favourite Christian melodies. Milton House, Ludgate Hilt. September^ 1866. C C) N TEXTS. I'AGE Advent Sunday I Second Sunday in Advent. — Xo. 1 3 Second Sunday in Advent. — Xo. II 4 Third Sunday in Advent . . . . 5 Fourth Sunday in Advent 7 Christmas Day 9 St. Stephen's Day 11 St. John the Evangelist's Day 13 Innocent's Day 14 Epiphany 15 First Sunday after Epiphany. — Xo. 1 17 First Sunday after Epiphany. — Xo. II 19 Second Sunday after Epiphany. — Xo. 1 21 Second Sunday after Epiphany. — Xo. II 22 Second Sunday after Epiphany. — Xo. Ill 23 -o Third Sunday after Epiphany Fourth Sunday after Epiphany. — Xo. 1 26 Fourth Sunday after Epiphany. — No. II 28 Septuagesima Sunday 31 Sexagesima Sunday 33 Quinquagesima Sunday 34 Third Sunday in Lent 36 Fourth Sunday in Lent 38 Fifth Sunday in Lent 40 Sixth Sunday in Lent 41 Good Friday 43 Easter Day 45 CONTENTS. PAGE Fifth Sunday after Easter 47 Ascension Day and Sunday after 48 Whit Sunday 49 Trinity Sunday 51 First Sunday after Trinity. — No. 1 52 First Sunday after Trinity. — No. II 54 Second Sunday after Trinity 56 Third Sunday after Trinity 57 Fourth Sunday after Trinity 59 Fifth Sunday after Trinity 61 Seventh Sunday after Trinity 62 Tenth Sunday after Trinity 64 Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity 66 Fifteenth Sunday after Trinity 68 Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity 69 Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity yi Twenty-first Sunday after Trinity 73 Twenty-second Sunday after Trinity 7c Twenty-third Sunday after Trinity 76 Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity yj St. James's Day 78 Michaelmas Day 79 In Times of Distress and Danger gx Before a Collection made for the Society for the Propagation of the Gospel 82 Before the Sacrament gc Evening Hymn g6 At a Funeral g~, An Introit, to be sung between the Litany and Communion Service 89 At a Funeral 00 On Recovery from Sickness or LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. ENGRAVED BY JAMES D. COOPER SUBJECT. Portrait of Bishop Heber . . . Title-page Our Saviour's Entry into Jerusalem . . . Clearing the Temple Fig-tree border " Soon shall ocean's hoary deep" Healing the Sick Border St. John the Baptist preaching in the Wilderness St. John the Baptist in Prison Nativity Gloria in Excelsis St. Stephen Border — The Martyrs Our Saviour and St. John the Evangelist . Rachel weeping for her Children Wise Men's Offering The Star of Bethlethem Our Saviour disputing with the Doctors The Return to Jerusalem Lily and Rose border ARTIST. PAGE T. D. Scott Frontispiece T. Kennedy. W. J. Allen i „ 2 T. Kennedy 3 4 S- J. C 5 T. Kennedy 6 W. J. Allen 7 ...... 8 9 S. J. C 10 11 12 W. J. Allen 13 14 S. J. C 15 W. S.MAI, 1 16 H. C. Selous 17 W. S.MAI. 1 18 T. Kennedy 19 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. SUBJECT. ARTIST. PAGE " By cool Siloam's shady rill'' W. J. Allen 20 Vine, Corn, and Olive border T. Kennedy 21 The Marriage at Cana S. J. C 22 Fruit and Flower border T. Kennedy 23 Our First Parents W. J. Allen 24 Healing the Leper „ 25 Storm at Sea R. P. Leitch 26 " Help, Lord ! or we perish " W. J. Allen 27 Christ stilling the Storm S. J. C 28 Allegorical border „ 29 " Clothed, and in his right mind " „ 30 t% Why stand ye idle here?" „ 31 Allegorical border T. KENNEDY 32 Parable of the Sower W. J. Allen 33 Healing the blind man „ 34 " Captive, beaten, bound, reviled " . . Overbeck J. D. Scott 35 Madonna di San Sisto Raphael „ 36 " That watch'd thy slumbering infancy " S. J. C 37 The multitude fed Murillo W. J. Allen 38 " To Thee the Lions roaring call" R. MOORE 39 "•Then took they up stones to cast at Him'' W.J.Allen 40 " Upraised to Heaven His languid eye" Guido T. D. Scott 41 " With trumpet sound " S. J. C 42 The Crucifixion W. J. Allen 43 Magdalen at the foot of the Cross „ 44 " He is not here. He is risen" H. C. SELOUS 45 The rising Sun T. KENNEDY 46 The Shepherd W.J.Allen 47 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. SUBJECT. ARTIST. PAGE Ascension Day S. J. C 48 Border — Whitsunday „ 49 Faith, Hope, and Love „ 50 Border — Trinity Sunday „ 51 Lazarus H. C. SELOUS 52 Broken Column T. Kennedy 53 Border „ 54 Finial „ 55 M Go out, and compel them to come in" . . W. J. Allen 56 The stranded Ark T. Kennedy 57 The lost piece of silver W. J. Allen 58 " Glorious as a silver shield" E. M. Wimperis .... 59 Moonlight— finial T. Kennedy 60 Miraculous draught W.J.Allen 61 '• When Summers balmy showers refresh the mower's toil'' E. M. WlMPERlS .... 62 " When Winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and the flood " .. .... 63 Christ weeping over Jerusalem S. J. C 64 Wild Olive-tree T. Kennedy 65 The good Samaritan II. C. Selous 66 Finial T. Kennedy 67 " Every bush and tufted tree warbles sweet philosophy " F. Keyl 68 Raising the Widow's Son H. C. SELOUS 69 Cypress border T. Kennedy 70 "Take up thy bed and walk'' W.J.Allen 71 Finial T.KENNEDY 72 xn LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. W. J. Allen T. Kennedy SUBJECT. ARTIST. Armour border T. Kennedy Finial „ Border — The unmerciful Servant The Tribute Money Border — Raising of Jairus' Daughter . . Initial Border —St. Michael and the Dragon . . Finial Family Affliction Wilfred Lawson " Greenland's icy mountains " Percival Skelton " India's coral strand " „ "Waft, waft, ye winds, His story" „ Initial T. Kennedy . . Moonlight E. M. Wimperis . . Wilfred Lawson T. Kennedy . . . At a Funeral In Memoriam Initial „ .... " Thou art gone to the grave " Percival Skelton On Recovery from Sickness Wilfred Lawson " Like sunshine on a stormy day" E. M. Wimperis . . PAGE 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 So 8i 82 83 84 85 86 87 90 9i 92 ■ Sfa i OSANNA to the living Lord! [osanna to the incarnate Word To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King, Let earth, let Heaven, Hosanna sing! Hosanna! Lord! Hosanna in the highest Hosanna, Lord! Thine angels cry; Hosanna, Lord! Thy saints reply; Above, beneath us, and around, The dead and living swell the sound : Hosanna! Lord! Hosanna in the highest ! >ettObD,rPHI %ccon& §hntiran in iUbrnt — No. I. HP HE Lord will come ! the earth shall quake, ± The hills their fixed seat forsake : And, withering, from the vault of night The stars withdraw their feeble light. The Lord will come! but not the same As once in lowly form He came. A silent Lamb to slaughter led. The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. The Lord will come ! a dreadful form. With wreath of flame, and robe of storm. On cherub wings, and wings of wind. Anointed Judge of human-kind ! Can this be He who wont to stray A pilgrim on the world's highway : By power oppressed, and mock'd by pride.' Oh God! is this the crucified? Go, tyrants ! to the rocks complain ! Go, seek the mountains cleft in vain ! But faith, victorious o'er the tomb, Shall sing for joy — The Lord is come ! -tZs^^b m *4L Kt W&f -.,- w-r 4«t I ^ctonb ^unban in Jibbcnt. No. II. N the sun and moon and stars Signs and wonders there shall be ; Earth shall quake with inward wars, Nations with perplexity. Soon shall ocean's hoary deep, Toss'd with stronger tempests, rise ; Darker storms the mountains sweep, Redder lightning rend the skies. Evil thoughts shall shake the proud, Racking doubt and restless fear ; And, amid the thunder-cloud, Shall the Judge of men appear. But though from that awful face Heaven shall fade and earth shall fly, Fear not ye, His chosen race. Your redemption draweth nigh ! (Lbiri) Snn&HB in ^Ubrnt. H Saviour, is Thy promise lied? Nor longer might Thy grace endure. To heal the sick and raise the dead. And preach Thy Gospel to the poor? Come, Jesus! come! return again : With brighter beam Thy servants bless, Who long to feel Thy perfect reign. And share Thy kingdom's happiness! Third Sunday in Advent. A feeble race, by passion driven, In darkness and in doubt we roam, And lift our anxious eyes to Heaven, Our hope, our harbour, and our home ! Yet, 'mid the wild and wintry gale, When Death rides darkly o'er the sea, And strength and earthly daring fail, Our prayers, Redeemer! rest on Thee! Come, Jesus! come! and, as of yore The prophet went to clear Thy way, A harbinger Thy feet before, A dawning to Thy brighter day : So now may grace with heavenly shower Our stony hearts for truth prepare; Sow in our souls the seed of power, Then come and reap Thy harvest there (,- f 7- <*?"';« v\ % I Of OJN& cF^iyiq lj( TH&VlLDCpj^e^ VAfjY Of TH£ ' I "HE world is grown old, and her pleasures are past ; •*- The world is grown old, and her form may not last ; The world is grown old, and trembles for fear ; For sorrows abound, and judgment is near ! The sun in the heaven is languid and pale ; And feeble and few are the fruits of the vale ; And the hearts of the nations fail them for fear. For the world is grown old, and judgment is near! The king on his throne, the bride in her bower, The children of pleasure all feel the sad hour; The roses are faded, and tasteless the cheer, For the world is grown old, and judgment is near; Fourth Sunday in Advent. The world is grown old ! — but should we complain, Who have tried her and know that her promise is vain ? Our heart is in Heaven, our home is not here, And we look for our crown when judgment is near ! i %ff.nmisTmA% wy^} /^H Saviour, whom this holy morn ^-^ Gave to our world below ; To mortal want and labour born, And more than mortal woe! Incarnate Word! by every grief, By each temptation tried. Who lived to yield our ills relief, And to redeem us died ! Christmas Day. If gaily clothed and proudly fed In dangerous wealth we dwell; Remind us of Thy manger bed And lowly cottage cell ! If prest by poverty severe, In envious want we pine, Oh may the Spirit whisper near, How poor a lot was Thine ! Through fickle fortune's various scene From sin preserve us free ! Like us Thou hast a mourner been, May we rejoice with Thee ! ro HE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain : His blood-red banner streams afar! Who follows in His train? Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below, He follows in His train ! The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave : Who saw his Master in the sky, And call'd on Him to save. Like Him, with pardon on his tongue In midst of mortal pain, He pray'd for them that did the wrong! Who follows in his train? St. Stephen's Day. A glorious band, the chosen few On whom the Spirit came ; Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew. And mock'd the cross and flame. They met the tyrant's brandish'd steel, The lion's gory mane ; They bow'd their necks the death to feel ! Who follows in their train ? A noble army — men and boys, The matron and the maid, Around the Saviour's throne rejoice, In robes of light array'd. They clim'b the steep ascent of Heaven, Through peril, toil, and pain ! Oh God ! to us may grace be given To follow in their train ! I 2 ■5 WEEP not o'er thy children's tomb ! O Rachel, weep not so ; The bud is cropt by martyrdom, The flower in heaven shall blow ! Firstlings of faith ! the murderer's knife Has miss'd its deadliest aim : The God for whom they gave their life, For them to suffer came ! Though feeble were their days and few, Baptized in blood and pain, He knows them, whom they never knew, And they shall live again. Then weep not o'er thy children's tomb; O Rachel, weep not so ! The bud is cropt by martyrdom, The flower in heaven shall blow ! h '4 ■ 1 RIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning! Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining, Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all ! Epiphany. Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, Odours of Edom and offerings divine ? Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest or gold from the mine ? Vainly we offer each ample oblation : Vainly with gifts would His favour secure : Richer by far is the heart's adoration ; Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning ! Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! [6 Jirsi SottbHg after ([:piplrann.— N<>. I. ^ BASH'D be all the boast of age ! Be hoary learning dumb ! Expounder of the mystic page, Behold an Infant come ! Oh Wisdom, whose unfading power Beside the Eternal stood. To frame, in nature's earliest hour ®[oWo 3 The land, the sky, the flood First Sunday after Epiphany. Yet didst not Thou disdain awhile An infant form to wear ; To bless Thy mother with a smile, And lisp Thy falter'd prayer. But in Thy Father's own abode, With Israel's elders round, Conversing high with Israel's God Thy chiefest joy was found. So may our youth adore Thy name ! And, Saviour, deign to bless With fostering grace the timid flame Of early holiness ! [8 mm Jfirat SSm&ag after (Epipbang.— No. II. BY cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose ! Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God ! By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay ; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away. And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man's maturer age Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, And stormy passion's rage ! O Thou, whose infant feet were found Within Thy Father's shrine ! Whose years, with changeless virtue crown'd, Were all alike Divine ; V '9 First Sunday after Epiphany. Dependent on Thy bounteous breath, We seek thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age, and death, To keep us still thine own. ^ftonb SmrJmg after (Ipip^awg.— No. i. j OH hand of bounty, largely spread, By whom our every want is fed, Whate'er we touch, or taste, or see, We owe them all, oh Lord ! to Thee ; The corn, the oil, the purple wine Are all Thy gifts, and only Thine ! The stream Thy word to nectar dyed, The bread Thy blessing multiplied, The stormy wind, the whelming flood, That silent at Thy mandate stood, How well they knew Thy voice Divine. Whose works they were, and only Thine! Though now no more on earth we trace Thy footsteps of celestial grace, Obedient to Thy word and will We sock Thy daily mercy still ; Its blessed beams around us shine. And Thine we are. and only Thine. /(v £cconfr Munbair after (Eptjilnmn.— No. II. S?' £p&\ g XCARNATE Word, who, wont to dwe In lowly shape and cottage cell, Uidst not refuse a guest to be, At Cana's poor festivity : Oh, when our soul from care is free, Then, Saviour, may we think on Thee, And, seated at the festal board, In fancy's eye behold the Lord. Then may we seem, in fancy's ear, Thy manna-dropping tongue to hear, And think, — even now, Thy searching g; Each secret of our soul surveys ! So may such joy, chastised and pure, Beyond the bounds of earth endure ; Nor pleasure in the wounded mind Shall leave a rankling sting behind ! %s>^ 22 f&tomb Uttfdmg) 'after tpipbann.— Xo. Ill A"\ THEX on her Maker's bosom » * The new-born earth was laid, And Nature's opening blossom Its fairest bloom display'd ; When all with fruit and flowers The laughing soil was drest. And Eden's fragrant bowers Received their human guest : No sin his face defiling, The heir of nature stood. And God, benignly smiling. Beheld that all was good 23 Second Sunday after Epiphany. May such Thy bounties ever To wedded love be shown And no rude hand dissever Whom Thou hast link'd in one ! 24 -r \ 4' Sixth Sunday in Lent. The Lord of Love, the Lord of Might, The King of all created, Shall back return to claim His right, On clouds of glory seated ; With trumpet-sound and angel-song. And hallelujahs loud and long O'er death and hell defeated ! 42 Good Friday. When sin with flowery garland hides her dart, When tyrant force would daunt the sinking heart, When fleshly lust assails, or worldly care, Or the soul flutters in the fowler's snare, — Help, Saviour, by Thy cross and crimson stain, Nor let thy glorious blood be spilt in vain ! And chiefest then, when Nature yields the strife, And mortal darkness wraps the gate of life ; When the poor spirit, from the tomb set free, Sinks at Thy feet and lifts its hope to Thee, — Help, Saviour, by Thy cross and crimson stain, Nor let Thy glorious blood be spilt in vain. 44 (taster thn. OD is gone up with a merry noise Of saints that sing on high. With His own right hand and His holy arm He hath won the victory ! Now empty are the courts of Death, And crush'd thy sting. Despair : And roses bloom in the desert tomb. For Jesus hath been there ! Easter Day. And He hath tamed the strength of Hell, And dragg'd him through the sky, And captive behind His chariot wheel, He hath bound Captivity. God is gone up with a merry noise Of saints that sing on high ; With His own right hand and His holy arm He hath won the victory ! 46 ss^ Jfiftjj Sunban after faster, LIFE nor Death shall us dissever From His love who reigns for ever Will He fail us? Never! never! When to Him we cry ! Sin may seek to snare us. Fury Passion tear us ! Doubt and Fear, and grim Despair. Their fangs against us try ; But His might shall still defend us. And His blessed Son befriend us. And His Holy Spirit send us Comfort ere we die ! 4- Ascension £)nn anb Htmbag after. IT Thou on my right hand, my Son ! " saith the Lord. " Sit Thou on my right hand, my Son ! Till in the fatal hour Of my wrath and my power, Thy foes shall be a footstool to Thy throne ! " "Prayer shall be made to Thee, my Son!" saith the Lord. " Prayer shall be made to Thee, my Son ! From earth and air and sea, And all that in them be, Which Thou for thine heritage hast won ! " " Daily be Thou praised, my Son !" saith the Lord- 'l Daily be Thou praised, my Son ! And all that live and move, Let them bless Thy bleeding love. And the work which Tin worthiness hath done !" 48 W\£& gmtbag OPIRIT of Truth! on this Thy day ^ To Thee for help we cry, To guide us through the dreary way Of dark mortality. h We ask not, Lord ! Thy cloven flame, Or tongues of various tone ; But long Thy praises to proclaim With fervour in our own. We mourn not that prophetic ski Is found on earth no more ! Enough for us to trace Thy will In Scripture's sacred lore. We neither have nor seek the power 111 demons to control ; But Thou, in dark temptation's hour, Shalt chase them from the soul. No heavenly harpings soothe our ear, No mystic dreams we share ; Yet hope to feel Thy comfort near, And bless Thee in our prayer. ffl^^ 49 Whit Sunday. When tongues shall cease and power decay And knowledge empty prove, Do Thou Thy trembling servants stay With Faith, with Hope, with Love! (LrinitiT ftabag, HOLY, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty ! Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee : Holy, holy, holy ! merciful and mighty ! God in three persons, blessed Trinity ! Holy, holy, holy ! all the saints adore Thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea ; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee, Which wert and art and evermore slialt be ! Holy, holy, holy ! Though the darkness hide Thee, Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not sec, Only Thou art holy, there is none beside Thee, Perfect in power, in love, and purity ! Holy, holy, holy ! Lord God Almighty ! All Thy works shall praise Thy name in earth and sk\ and sea. Holy, holy, holy ! merciful and mighty ! God in three persons, blessed Trinity ! 5' Jfirst &unb;tg after ST rinitjj.— No. I. OOM for the proud ! Ye sons of clay, From far his sweeping pomp survey, Nor, rashly curious, clog the way His chariot wheels before ! Lo ! with what scorn his lofty eye Glances o'er age and poverty, And bids intruding conscience fly Far from his palace door ! First Sunday after Trinity. Room for the proud ! but slow the feet That bear his coffin down the street : And dismal seems his winding-sheet Who purple lately wore ! Ah ! where must now his spirit fly In naked, trembling agony ; Or how shall he for mercy cry, Who show'd it not before ! Room for the proud ! in ghastly state The Lords of hell his coming wait, And flinging wide the dreadful gate That shuts to ope no more, " Lo here with us the seat/' they cry, " For him who mock'd at poverty. And bade intruding conscience fly Far from his palace door." fj WHAT- tf-YoUR- UK- IT-l.S'^K-A^-PO^HTMAT^ ' Danish ETf/ -a WAY.^i^^^sv^i^o-y^s-^^ ^ \3 Jirst Jlunbajr nfer Crimig.— No. II HE feeble pulse, the gasping breath, The clenched teeth, the glazed eye, Are these thy sting, thou dreadful Death ? O Grave, are these thy victory The mourners by our parting bed, The wife, the children weeping nigh The dismal pageant of the dead, — These, these are not thy victory ! But from the much-loved world to part Our lust untamed, our spirit high, All nature struggling at the heart, Which, dying, feels it dare not die ! To dream through life a gaudy dream Of pride and pomp and luxury, Till waken'd by the nearer gleam Of burning boundless agony ; 54 First Sunday after Trinity. To meet o'er-soon our angry King, Whose love we passed unheeded by Lo this, O Death, thy deadliest sting O Grave, and this thy victory ! O Searcher of the secret heart, Who deign'd for sinful man to die ! Restore us ere the spirit part. Nor give to Hell the victory ! 55 J&sa&^ £cconb % unban after (Trini ORTH from the dark and stormy sky, Lord, to Thine altar's shade we fly ; Forth from the world, its hope and fear, Saviour, we seek Thy shelter here : Weary and weak, Thy grace we pray : Turn not, O Lord ! Thy guests away ! Long have we roam'd in want and pain, Long have we sought Thy rest in vain ! Wilder'd in doubt, in darkness lost, kong have our souls been tempest-tost : Low at Thy feet our sins we lay ; Turn not, O Lord ! Thy guests away ! 56 h* %$xb Sunban after (Tiinitii. HTHERE was joy in He; -*- There was joy in H< eaven : joy m Heaven ! When this goodly world to frame The Lord of might and mercy came Shouts of joy were heard on high, And the stars sang from the sky — "Glory to God in Heaven !" There was joy in Heaven ! There was joy in Heaven ! When the billows, heaving dark, Sank around the stranded ark, And the rainbow's water}- span Spake of mercy, hope to man, And peace with God in Heaven ! ^7 Third Sunday after Trinity. There was joy in Heaven ! There was joy in Heaven ! When of love the midnight beam Dawn'd on the towers of Bethlehem And along the echoing hill Angels sang — " On earth good-will, And glory in the Heaven!" .fourth "a •untuni after (Lrinitn. PRAISED the earth, in beauty seen With garlands gay of various green ; I praised the sea. whose ample held Shone glorious as a silver shield ; And earth and ocean seem'd to say, " Our beauties are but for a day !" I praised the sun, whose chariot roll'd On wheels of amber and of gold ; 1 praised the moon, whose softer eye Gleam'd sweetly through the summer sk\ And moon and sun in answer said. "Our days of light are numbered '" 59 Fourth Sunday after Trinity. ( ) ( rod ! O Good beyond compare ! If thus Thy meaner works are fair! If thus Thy bounties gild the span Of ruin'd earth and sinful man, Mow glorious must the mansion be Where Thy redeem'd shall dwell with Thee 60 :ATOR of the rolling flood ! ' On whom Thy people hope alone; Who cam'st by water and by blood. For man's offences to atone : Who from the labours of the deep Didst set Thy servant Peter free, To feed on earth Thy chosen sheep. And build an endless church to Thee. ('.rant us. devoid of worldly care, And leaning on Thy bounteous hand. To seek Thy help in humble prayer, And on Thy sacred rock to stand : And when, our livelong toil to crown. Thy call shall set the spirit free. To cast with joy our burthen down. And rise. < > Lord ' and follow The< ' ^cbcntb ^unban lifter (Trinitn. \1 THEN Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil * * When Summer's balmy showers refresh the mower's toil : When winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and the flood. In God the earth rejoiceth still, and owns his Maker good. The birds that wake (he morning, and those that love the shade The winds that sweep the mountain or lull the drowsy glade, The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his way. The moon and stars, their Master's name in silent pomp display. 62 Seventh Sunday after Trinity. Shall man, the lord of Nature, expectant of the sky, Shall man, alone unthankful, his little praise deny ? No, let the year forsake his course, the seasons cease to be, Thee, Master, must we always love, and Saviour, honour Thee. The flowers of Spring may wither, the hope of Summer fade. The Autumn droop in winter, the birds forsake the shade : The winds be lull'd — the sun and moon forget their old decree. But we in Nature's latest hour, O Lord ! will cling to Thee. -^y q*' - 63 (Tcntb £unta after a rinitn. ERUSALEM, Jerusalem ! enthroned once on high, Thou favour'd home of God on earth, thou heaven below the sky : Now brought to bondage with thy sons, a curse and grief to see, Jerusalem, Jerusalem ! our tears shall flow for thee. ( )h ! hadst thou known thy day of grace, and flock'd beneath the wing Of Him who calPd thee lovingly, thine own anointed King, Then had the tribes of all the world gone up thy pomp to see, And glory dwelt within thy gates, and all thy sons been free. 64 Tenth Sunday after Trinity. "And who art thou that mournest me?" replied the ruin grey, " And fear'st not rather that thyself may prove a cast-away ? I am a dried and abject branch, my place is given to thee ; But woe to every barren graft of thy wild olive-tree ! " Our day of grace is sunk in night, our time of mercy spent, For heavy was my children's crime, and strange their punishment Yet gaze not idly on our fall, but, sinner, warned be : Who spared not His chosen seed may send His wrath on thee ! " Our day of grace is sunk in night, thy noon is in its prime ; Oh, turn and seek thy Saviour's face in this accepted time ! So, Gentile, may Jerusalem a lesson prove to thee, And in the new Jerusalem thy home for ever be !" 65 tbirtrcntlj Itabaj) after ftrinrtg. HO yonder on the desert heath, Complains in feeble tone ?" — " A pilgrim in the vale of death, Faint, bleeding, and alone!" " How cam'st thou to this dismal strand Of danger, grief, and shame?" — " From blessed Sion's holy land, By Folly led, 1 came!" 66 Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity. "What ruffian hand hath stript thee bare? Whose fury laid thee low?" — " Sin for my footsteps twined her snare, And Death has dealt the blow ! " " Can art no medicine for thy wound, Nor nature strength supply?" — " They saw me bleeding on the ground, And pass'd in silence by ! " " But, sufferer ! is no comfort near Thy terrors to remove ? " — "There is to whom my soul was dear. But I have scorn'd His love." •'What if His hand were nigh to save From endless Death thy days ? " — " The soul He ramsom'd from the grave Should live but to His praise!" " Rise then, oh rise ! His health embrace, With heavenly strength renew d ; And, such as is thy Saviour's grace, Such be thy gratitude ! " 67 ** ^fiftccntlj Jsunbag after Crhtitg. LO the lilies of the field, How their leaves instruction yield ! Hark to Nature's lesson given By the blessed birds of Heaven ! Every bush and tufted tree Warbles sweet philosophy : " Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow ; God provideth for the morrow ! " Say, with richer crimson glows The kingly mantle than the rose ! Say, have kings more wholesome fare Than we, poor citizens of air? Barns nor hoarded grain have we, Yet we carol merrily. Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow ! God provideth for the morrow ! " One there lives whose guardian eye Guides our humble destiny ; One there lives who, Lord of all, Keeps our feathers lest the)' fall : Pass we blithely then the time, Fearless of the snare and lime, Free from doubt and faithless sorrow : God provideth for the morrow!*' ""•— — ^" ■ ^ivtccritb Sunirag after (trinitn. AKE not, O mother, sounds of lamentation ! Weep not, O widow, weep not hopelessly \ Strong is His arm, the Bringer of Salvation, Strong is the Word of God to succour thee 69 7o / iVuutccntb ^unban after (Trinitn. OH blest were the accents of early creation. When the Word of Jehovah came down from above In the clods of the earth to infuse animation. And wake their cold atoms to life and to love ! And mighty the tones which the firmament rended, When on wheels of the thunder, and wings of the wind, -n (: By lightning', and hail, and thick darkness attended. He utter'd on Sinai His laws to mankind. And sweet was the voice of the First-born of Heaven, 1 ' (Though poor His apparel, though earthly His form, W Who said to the mourner. "Thy sins arc forgiven !" '" Be whole .'" to the sick, and " Be still '." to the storm. ■? m 71 Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity. Oh Judge of the World ! when array'd in Thy glory, Thy summons again shall be heard from on high, While Nature stands trembling and naked before Thee, And waits on Thy sentence to live or to die ; When the Heaven shall fly fast from the sound of Thy thunder, And the Sun, in Thy lightnings, grow languid and pale, And the Sea yield her dead, and the Tomb cleave asunder, In the hour of Thy terrors, let mercy prevail ! 7^ (Tfomtn- first Straiten after (Trinitn. rFHE sound of war! In earth and air ■A- The volleying thunders roll : Their fiery darts the fiends prepare, And dig the pit, and spread the snare, . Against the Christian's soul. The tyrant's sword, the rack, the flame, The scorner's serpent tone, Of bitter doubt the barbed aim, All. all conspire his heart to tame : Force, fraud, and hellish fires assail The rivets of his heavenly mail. Amidst his foes alone. Gods of the world ! ye warrior host Of darkness and of air, In vain is all your impious boast. In vain each missile lightning tost, In vain the tempter's snare ! Though fast and far your arrows fly, Though mortal nerve and bone Shrink in convulsive agony, The Christian can your rage defy : Towers o'er his head Salvation's crest, Faith like a buckler guards his breast, Undaunted, though alone. 73 Twenty-first Sunday after Trinity. Tis past ! 'tis o'er ! in foul defeat The Demon host are fled ! Before the Saviour's mercy-seat, (His live-long work of faith complete,) Their conqueror bends his head. tl The spoils Thyself hast gained, Lord ! I lay before Thy throne : Thou wert my rock, my shield, my sword ; My trust was in Thy name and word : Twas in Thy strength my heart was strong Thy Spirit went with mine along ; How was I then alone?'1 "4 Ufojentg-^jeconb ^unto after (Lrinitn. 'A GOD ! my sins are manifold, against my life they cry And all my guilty deeds foregone, up to Thy temple fly ; Wilt Thou release my trembling soul, that to despair is driven? " Forgive ! " a blessed voice replied, " and thou shalt be forgiven ! " J? My foemen, Lord ! are fierce and fell, they spurn me in their pride, They render evil for my good, my patience they deride ; Arise, oh King ; and be the proud to righteous ruin driven ! "Forgive!" an awful answer came, " as thou wouldst be forgiven !" Seven times, O Lord ! I pardon'd them, seven times they sinn'd again ; They practise still to work me woe. they triumph in my pain ; But let them dread my vengeance now, to just resentment driven ! "Forgive!" the voice of thunder spake, "or never be for- given!" / 75 Orient)) -tl)irb Jfcmibng after ftrimtg, ROM foes that would the land devour ; From guilty pride, and lust of power ; From wild sedition's lawless hour ; From yoke of slavery : From blinded zeal by faction led ; From giddy change by fancy bred ; From poisonous error's serpent head, Good Lord, preserve us free ! Defend, O God ! with guardian hand, The laws and ruler of our land, And grant our Church Thy grace to stand In faith and unity ! The Spirit's help of Thee we crave. That Thou whose blood was shed to save, May'st at Thy second coming have A flock to welcome Thee ! 76 (Thnnt)] -fourth §mibap after (Trnutn. conquer and to save, the Son of God Came to his own in great humility, Who wont to ride on cherub-wings abroad, And round Him wrap the mantle of the sky. The mountains bent their necks to form His road ; The clouds dropt down their fatness from on high ; Beneath his feet the wild waves softly flow'd. And the winds kiss"d His garment tremblingly ! The grave unbolted half his grisly door, (For darkness and the deep had heard His fame. Nor longer might their ancient rule endure ;) The mightiest of mankind stood hush'd and tame : And, trooping on strong wing, His angels came To work His will, and kingdom to secure : No strength He needed save His Fathers name ; Babes were His heralds, and His friends the poor ! :: £t. James's Oau. HOUGH sorrows rise, and dangers roll I n waves of darkness o'er my soul, Though friends are false and love decays. And few and evil are my days. Though conscience, fiercest of my foes, Swells with remember'd guilt my woes, Yet evil in nature's utmost ill, I love Thee, Lord ! I love Thee still ! Though Sinai's curse, in thunder dread, Peals o'er mine unprotected head, And memory points, with busy pain. To grace and mercy given in vain. Till nature, shrinking in the strife, Would fly to hell to 'scape from life, Though every thought has power to kill, I love Thee, Lord ! I love Thee still ! Oh, by the pangs Thyself hast borne, The ruffian's blow, the tyrant's scorn ; By Sinai's curse, whose dreadful doom Was buried in Thy guiltless tomb : By these my pangs, whose healing smart Thy grace hath planted in my heart ; I know, I feel, Thy bounteous will ! Thou lovest me, Lord, Thou lovest me stil 78 L Hlicb;ulmas Han. 3 Captain of God's host, whose dreadful might Led forth to war the armed seraphim, And from the starry height, Subdued in burning fight, Cast down that ancient dragon, dark and grim ! Thine angels. Christ ! we laud in solemn lays. Our elder brethren of the crystal sky. Who, 'mid Thy glory's blaze. The ceaseless anthem raise, And gird Thy throne in faithful ministry ! We celebrate their love, whose viewless wing Hath left for us so oft their mansion high, The mercies of their King To mortal saints to bring, Or guard the couch of slumbering infancy. But Thee the First and Last, we glorify. Who. when Thy world was sunk in death and sin. Not with Thine hierarchy. The armies of the sky, But didst with Thine own arm the battle win. Alone didst pass the dark and dismal shore. Alone didst tread the wine-press, and alone. All glorious in Th\ gore. Didst light and life restore. To us who lav in darkness and undone ! i _ - ..rid archangels, we love our thankful chor. s jjs 1 Who art. and art to be. - sound Thy p 80 H God, that madcst earth and sky, the darkness and the day. Give ear to this Thy family, and help us when we pray ! For wide the waves of bitterness around our vessel roar. And heavy -rows the pilot's heart to view the rocky shore. The cross our Master bore for us. for Hun we fain would bear, But mortal strength to weakness turns, and courage to despair ! Then mercy on our failings, Lord .' our sinking faith renew ! And when Thy sorrows visit us. oh send thy patience too ! Si before a Collection matte for tbc £oeictn for the propagation of tbc Gospel. FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river. From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from errors chain ! What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown. The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone ! 82 Propagation of the Gospel. Can we, whose souls are lighted With Wisdom from on high, Can we to men benighted The lamp of life deny ? Salvation ! oh. Salvation ! The joyful sound proclaim, Till each remotest nation Has learn 'd Messiah's name ! Waft, waft, ye winds. His story, And you, ye waters, roll. Till like a sea of glory It spreads from pole to pole ! Till o"er our ransom'd nature. The Lamb for sinners slain. Redeemer, King, Creator. In bliss returns to reign ! 83 84 before tbc Sacrament, READ of the world in mercy broken. Wine of the soul in mercy shed ' By whom the words of life were spoken. And in whose death our sins are dead ! Look on the heart by sorrow broken, Look on the tears by sinners shed. And be Thy feast to us the token That by Thy grace our souls arc fed! 85 Reiving |)nmrt. r^Ol), that madest Earth and Heaven, Darkness and Light ! Who the clay for toil hast given, For rest the night ; May Thine Angel guards defend us, Slumber sweet Thy mere) send us, Holy dreams and hopes attend us, This livelong night ! 86 T) ENEATH our feet and o'er our head J -J Is equal warning given : Beneath us lie the countless dead. Above us is the Heaven ! Their names are graven on the ston< The ir bones are in the ela\ ; And ere another da\ is gone, < Ourselves may be as they. 87 At a Funeral. Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower : Each season has its own disease, Its peril every hour ! Our eyes have seen the rosy light Of youth's soft cheek decay, And Fate descend in sudden night On manhood's middle day. Our eyes have seen the steps of age Halt feebly towards the tomb, And yet shall earth our hearts engage, And dreams of days to come ? Turn, mortal, turn ! thy danger know ; Where'er thy foot can tread The earth rings hollow from below. And warns thee of her dead ! Turn, Christian, turn ! thy soul apply To truths divinely given ; The bones that underneath thee lie Shall live for Hell or Heaven ! Qn |ntroit, to be sung bctfoccn tbc sl'itann ana Communion Serbia. ' H most merciful ! Oh most bountiful ! God the Father Almighty ; By the Redeemer's Sweet intercession Hear us, help us when we cry ! THOU art . n.b : ■ . oom ! I j j - thee, Wl gnai OH Saviour of the faithful dead, With whom Thy servants dwei , Though cold and green the turf is spread Above their narrow eel No more we cling to mortal clay, We doubt and fear no more. Nor shrink to tread the darksome \\a\ Which Thou hast trod before ; Twas hard from those 1 loved to go, Who knelt around my bed. Whose tears bedew 'd my burning brow. Whose arms upheld my head ! Oi On Recovery from Sickness. As fading from my dizzy view. I sought their forms in vain. The bitterness of death I knew. And groan'd to live again. 'Twas dreadful when th' Accuser's power Assail'd my sinking heart. Recounting every wasted hour, And each unworthy part. But, Jesus ! in that mortal fray. Thy blessed comfort stole, Like sunshine in a stormy day. Across my darken'd soul ! When soon or late, this feeble breath No more to Thee shall pray. Support me through the vale of death. And in the darksome way ! When cloth'd in fleshly weeds again I wait Thy dread decree, Judge of the world ! bethink Thee then, That Thou hast died for me. LONDON : PRINTED BY VV. CLO\VE< AND SONS, >TAMFORD STREET. ')- ^ tt